Hermione by iridescent dreamer

Hermione by iridescent dreamer

A string of interconnected memories run rampant through my mind. Standing here, in this room, four and a half years earlier when Ron had asked me the same question. Being here and watching his heart break as I had whispered that I could not. The next, seeing Severus Snape smile for the first time, a smile completely and totally for me. The first time we had sat together in silence, the sound of the pages turning slowly. Kissing him for the first time, a soft and gentle kiss that lasted only a moment but remains ingrained in my mind as the most wonderful kiss I’ve ever had.

I know immediately that I want to marry him, want nothing more than to be his wife, to grow old with him and raise a child with him. I can’t tell him yes, I will marry you, I will be your wife. I can’t say it because it doesn’t seem the right answer. I look at him, knowing my eyes are wide and beginning to tear up happily. The half-frightened look in his eyes as he waits for my answer is all the inspiration I need.

“I can’t imagine a higher honor than to have you as a husband, Severus. I would be honored to marry you.” I don’t know how I manage to get the words out. My stomach is full of wonderful and happy butterflies, and my mind is swimming with a dizzying giddiness. He slides the ring onto my finger slowly, and I feel the tears fall from my cheeks onto our hands. He looks up at me again, and I take my hands away from his and pull him into a tight embrace. It is an amazing moment, a perfect one. Being in a room with the people who had become like family and embracing the one who wanted to be my family for the rest of our lives.

I’m reminded of a tradition as we break our embrace. I remember being little and hearing over and over about couples who kiss as the clocks strike midnight on this very night. I’ve never gotten that chance, but now I know I’ll never be without it.